Valentine answered to: "Stop, get back here!" when she was a tiny puppy.

I accidentally trained Pilsner to sit in front of me when I said "who loves the puppy?" I didn't realize it, but I was saying that every time I gave him a treat. Then once I said it out of context and he came and sat. Then later, as a test, DH said it while standing across the yard from me. Pilsner came to me and sat.

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What part of v_e = \sqrt{\frac{2GM}{r}} don't you understand? It's only rocket science!

"The problem with re-examining your brilliant ideas is that more often than not, you discover they are the intellectual equivalent of saying, 'Hold my beer and watch this!'" - Cindy Couture

I'm so happy that, as a new little foster dog who had been a Puppy Mill br*eder for 12 years, that you've warmed up and come out of your shell to join me and the rest of the pack. It's so cute to see you learn how to be a dog and run outside and play, not to mention snuggle with me on the sofa! You'll turn into a little lap dog yet, sweetie.

And I'm really happy that you've decided to like your foster brothers and sister, even though they're 4x your size, and you can run under their bellies without touching. I know you'd really like your foster brother Lucas to play with you, since he looks most like you. It'd be good for him. But, sweetie, you need to think about your relative heights when nipping him to get him to play. Let's face it, the only place you can reach are, frankly, his dangly bits. Admittedly, he's had some of said bits removed, but, well, boys still don't like having their bits nipped. That's just not the best way to convince him to play with you.

I'm so happy that, as a new little foster dog who had been a Puppy Mill br*eder for 12 years, that you've warmed up and come out of your shell to join me and the rest of the pack. It's so cute to see you learn how to be a dog and run outside and play, not to mention snuggle with me on the sofa! You'll turn into a little lap dog yet, sweetie.

And I'm really happy that you've decided to like your foster brothers and sister, even though they're 4x your size, and you can run under their bellies without touching. I know you'd really like your foster brother Lucas to play with you, since he looks most like you. It'd be good for him. But, sweetie, you need to think about your relative heights when nipping him to get him to play. Let's face it, the only place you can reach are, frankly, his dangly bits. Admittedly, he's had some of said bits removed, but, well, boys still don't like having their bits nipped. That's just not the best way to convince him to play with you.

Mommy

Dear Angel,

Glad you got out of that br*eder place. My mom rescued me from a shelter. You will learn to love good humans and other doggies. (ask your foster mom or dad about peanut butter...it's the bestest thing ever invented by humans).

And to the bolded above, Your foster is right about that. Don't nip my dangly bits or I gets mad.